Archive for January, 2007

Tuesday, January 30th, 2007

Sarah Roberts : What’s that piece you’re playing?
Miriam Blaylock : It’s “Lakme” by Delibes. Lakme is a Brahmin princess in India, she has a slave named Malika.
Sarah Roberts : Malika…
Miriam Blaylock : In a magical garden they sing how they follow the stream to its source, gliding over the water.
Sarah Roberts : Is it a love song?
Miriam Blaylock : I told you, it was sung by two women.
Sarah Roberts : It sounds like a love song.
Miriam Blaylock : Then I suppose that’s what it is.
Sarah Roberts : Are you making a pass at me, Mrs. Blaylock?
Miriam Blaylock : Miriam.
Sarah Roberts : Miriam.
Miriam Blaylock : Not that I’m aware of, Sarah.

Monday, January 29th, 2007

the sun is up
the stuff is in
the clock is ticking
the calls are made
got nothing to wear
“you are not good enough”
rehearsal in 50 mins.

Sunday, January 28th, 2007

Candy Darling dying in style. March 1974.
a lesson for everybody.

[for those privy to fantastical worlds, Mary Collins is in the hospital. one hour and twenty five minutes till rehearsal time.]

Sunday, January 28th, 2007

doesn’t really matter, either way.

Saturday, January 27th, 2007

ay… 4:37am..

Friday, January 26th, 2007

the play opens in one month from today.
good times. fun! yay.

Friday, January 26th, 2007

confounded Friday means only one thing; parties.
brace yourself yatabazah…
just a task.

Friday, January 26th, 2007

Thursday, January 25th, 2007

errands are the hardest thing;
staring at the ceiling is far more attractive an option.
or hoping it gets done by itself.
or mumbling that it’s not really necessary.
or that blah blah blah
off to rehearsal.

Thursday, January 25th, 2007

yay.no.Tsori.last.night.sane.again.

Wednesday, January 24th, 2007

If I see Tsori Spelling in my sleep one more time, I’m either going to a specialist or I’ll refrain from sleeping altogether. This is too sick even for me. Off to rehearsal.

I dreamt that I fell from the sky, falling falling falling and landed. It didn’t hurt.

Friday, January 19th, 2007

I got in the SKANKIEST, most smelly, FILTHY, foul stench taxi I have EVER ridden in. THE COCKSUCKER DRIVER.
I thought I was going to start sobbing. I was paralyzed until he dropped me off. Unthinkable.

spent the whole day at the Mundial Circus for a photoshoot. A camel took a liking to me, he was so sweet; burried his schnoz in my neck. i loved his warm face. later the animal handler told me he’s pissy and bites everyone. i felt special. he didn’t smell too bad either.
very fun day, but i was half naked and i’m done in.
anyway, circuses MUST BE BANNED. animal slavery.

hot chickpea soup oh yeah. mmmyeah. mmm..

Sunday, January 14th, 2007

ay ay ay…
just got home
drank a ton,
on the way there, I got car sick and threw up twice,
one time was in front of the prime minister’s house.
the security guard was unusually sympathetic; he was carrying a huge machine gun too.
the party sucked, never have so many ugly people gathered in one photo studio.

so. got some pizza, all better now. kiss.

Saturday, January 13th, 2007

Does anyone own the soundtrack of the 1992 Bollywood film “Beta” with Madhuri Dixit?
Hook a brothah up.

Saturday, January 13th, 2007

Friday, January 12th, 2007

the drill is repetitive but essential;
scrub. scrub. rub. moisturize. freshen. scent.
ought to be immaculate for the co-workers to approach and come in touch.
make it enjoyable. pleasant.

if only the thought was mutual.

Friday, January 12th, 2007

“Mrs Coot! I have NO intention of playing the part of a COW in any manner, shape or form!
Is that absolutely crystal, bloody clear?!!!”

“Yes..”

“Good!!”

Thursday, January 11th, 2007

the things i must do to get me to get things done. oy..

Thursday, January 11th, 2007

MODERN DAY MARTYRS:

A fashion model who lived on a diet of apples and tomatoes has died from kidney failure.
A fashion model who lived on a diet of lettuce and diet coke has died from heart attack.

so i’ll do a reading of andy warhol’s diaries
for a 20-years-since-his-death warhol night,
that lifo is throwing at the end of the month.
gotta find a wig.
a messenger just dropped the book off at my apartment.

a super book.

Monday, January 8th, 2007

“As a final note, in Japan there is a way of looking at aesthetics called, “Wabi Sabi”. It describes beauty as “imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete”. Viewing life in this way can deliver feelings of serenity and spiritual longing. It is the source of what is truly beautiful and the idea that you can find beauty in everything that exists in this world.”

in other news, everybody’s ill with viruses,
flu, coughs n shit.

Friday, January 5th, 2007

Leonidas has left again for England.
Take care my dearest little boy.
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